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 Sitting in the Park.

   By Timberwolf

   Mg, MF, Mgg MFg, etc.

   The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you find this kind of material
objectionable, go away.

   You have been warned.

   Dedicated to my friend, The Big G, from Joberg.

   Feedback can be sent to: ptotrcw@gmail.com

   Chapter One.

   I was sitting in the park one gloriously sunny day reading a book.  It
was a war novel that I had found on the bus, something I hardly ever do,
having a car, but this time, I felt like someone else doing the driving,
and it was a Vietnam story, one they'd made a film out of, starring a
famous actor.  It wasn't bad, and I was lost in the story plot, seeing the
blood, hearing the soldiers screaming in fear and pain, listening the whip
and crack of the bullets as they were pouring into the barely held
positions, and it was great!  I have an active imagination, and as I live
in my head most times, the `real world' would fade, and I'd be transported
to worlds and times different from my own humdrum existence.

   I loved the park.  It was a healing experience for me, being able to
spend time out in the fresh air, soaking in the warmth of the sun, being at
peace with my thoughts.  This day, however, that wasn't meant to be.  I'd
come to my favourite bench, and sat down; sometimes reading, sometimes just
watching the children play, happy and carefree, not knowing in their
excitement that playtime would soon be over, and they'd have to grow up,
and suddenly, those happy times in the park would be reduced to a barely
remembered memory.

   I'd watch the parents as they walked around the park, or sit on the
grass, and they'd be constantly yelling at the children, telling them to be
careful, or not to go too far, the message of stranger danger never far
from their minds or lips.  Most times, I'd block them out, or ignore the
more vocal ones, and the screaming and laughing of the children was a
soothing counterpoint.  I'd see some other children, who'd just sit or
stand off by themselves, and I'd see longing or anger on their faces,
wanting to join in, but not able to, not knowing the other children, not
knowing if they'd be accepted into the games they played.I felt for them. I
was a loner as a child, not mixing in with the others, feeling, and being
made to feel, like I was an outsider, a `freak'.  I was painfully shy, and
my mother would despair at me not making friends, and the one time I tried
to fit in, I ended up being charged with petty theft.  I was persuaded to
go into a store, and steal something, anything, if I was to be accepted
into the group of loud boisterous boys.  I hadn't got five feet from the
door when an arm clamped itself onto mine, and I was dragged back into the
store, the police were called, as well as my mother, and my life was
ruined, and I hid in my room after that, dying by degrees from shame at
what I'd done.

   ***

   The boys were no more to be seen, of course.  I got hell and misery at
school Monday, and the teasing and name-calling was horrendous, and
everybody, and I do mean everybody, in the school knew that Raymond Parker
Smith was a THIEF.  I hated that school.  The incident was even entered
into my school records, and it followed me like a shitpile chained to my
ankle for years.  The only work I could find was menial jobs, and some
employers would actually stand over me and watch me, saying that if I stole
anything, "I'd get what was coming to me!" They weren't talking about
wages.

   So, back to my tale.  I was sitting there, engrossed in the book, and
just as I was getting to a good bit, when a shadow fell over me, blocking
out my sun, and I looked up in irritation.  There was a young girl, no more
than eleven or twelve, thin as a stick, with dirty blonde hair hanging lank
down the sides of her face, and she looked feral, and hungry.  My immediate
thought was that she was going to beg for money, some kids doing that
occasionally, and the damned softy I am, would give them a couple of
dollars, tell them to go get something to eat, not to expect it to happen
again, and go away.

   When I say she had dirty blonde hair, that's not a description of the
colour.  It was filthy.  So was her skin, and an unpleasant odour wafted
toward me from her body, stale sweat, urine, and something else, an ammonia
smell that I was trying to place.  We stared at each other, and then she
spoke.  The conversation went something like this:

   "I seen you here before, mister."

   "Uh-huh."

   "You wanna have fun?"

   "What kind of fun?"

   "The special kind."

   "Uh-huh.  What do you mean by `special'?"

   "Come with me if you want to find out.  Otherwise, go fuck yourself."

   "Why don't you watch your mouth, kid?  You're starting to piss me off."

   "You're a queer!" she sneered, "That's why you don't like little girls
like me!  You're a fucking freak!"

   And with that, she flounced away, and went up to another man, in his
fifties, sitting by himself, and after a few moments, he got up, she took
his hand, and walked with him behind a toilet block, that was half-hidden
by trees and shrubs.  Nobody else had seen them go, except me, and I was
fuming, at being called a freak, and at the old bastard for going with a
child, even if she had propositioned him.  And no, I wasn't queer, or gay,
take your pick.  I had been married, and had a child, a girl, but my
ex-wife took her, as a baby, and almost everything else in the divorce,
almost twelve years ago, and it still hurt.  I wasn't allowed to see or
contact my daughter, and I had no idea where they were, the bitch moving
away somewhere.

   ***

   I heard a muffled squeal, and it didn't sound like it was made in
happiness.  I thought of the girl, but didn't want to move, because she'd
made her bed, now she could lie in it.  Then my sense of fair play kicked
in, and with a few choice words for the little gutter rat, I got up, and
strode over to where she'd gone with the pervert.  As I turned around the
corner, the guy was atop of her, and his pants were down, he was trying to
penetrate her young body, and he was snarling and swearing at her.  She was
under him, her pants and underwear taken off and thrown to one side.  She
was wriggling around, trying to get away, but was finding that difficult,
as the guy was gripping her by the throat, and the adolescent's face was
red, she was choking, her tongue poking out, and her lips were turning blue
from lack of oxygen.

   I was moving then, not thinking anything except to save her from this
monster.  I swung my foot, and it went under his trousers, and got him fair
in the cods.  He raised up on his knees, held his mangled balls, and
squealed like a pig, rolling off her, writhing on the ground.  The girl
took in great sobs of air, and her colour returned slowly.  Suddenly there
were men around me asking me what was going on, and they took in the scene
with disbelief, watching the old man trying to pull his pants back up, and
holding his balls at the same time.  He was crying in pain and fear as he
saw the looks on everyone's faces.  Then a woman said with a shocked voice,
"Oh my dear god!  That's Mr Terrin!  He's a teacher at my daughter's
school, and she's the same age as that girl!"

   A couple of men swung kicks at him as well after hearing that, and then
he was picked up, and held, his arms cruelly wrenched up behind his back by
growling male parents, who looked like they wanted to kill him, until the
police arrived.  A couple of women were tending to the sobbing, frightened
girl, but she would give them no information about herself, her name, her
address, the name of her parents, stubbornly resisting them, and clammed up
tight.  The women had dressed her again, and the girl was sat hunched
against the toilet block wall, crying, and staring with hate at the pervert
who'd tried to rape and kill her.

   ***

   I felt like I was a spectator there, the adrenaline buzz wearing off,
and I found myself looking at the dirty, frightened girl, and then our eyes
locked, and I saw someone else looking back at me, someone who had hurt me
terribly.  Her eyes were sky blue, but harder, making her look older than
her years.  I was moving toward her then, not realising my feet had stepped
forward, until I was in front of her.  I knelt down on my knees, and I put
my hand on her shoulder.  She just stared at me, her eyes wary, and her
face deadpan.  I searched her dirty face, and, then, with a voice that
shook, I asked her name.

   The young girl just stared at me, not saying a word.  She turned her
head away, refusing to give up her secrets.  So, I took a chance, and spoke
to her, and my voice was rough, not meaning it to be.  "Your name" I said,
"is Terri Anne Smith, or Bascombe, if your mother gave you her maiden name.
Your mother's name is Caroline Marie Bascombe, and I know you both." She
looked at me then, and I saw confirmation, fear, and relief, but at what, I
couldn't guess.  The girl drew in a breath, and she asked in a small voice,
"How come you know my name?  I never met you before today, mister!" I
looked at her, and with my heart breaking, I said, "I know you Terri,
because I held you after you were born, and changed your diapers a couple
of times before your mother took you from me." With a look of shock, the
adolescent child, gasped, and said, "Who are you mister?"

   I looked into her eyes and with tears in my eyes, I said, "Terri, my
name is Raymond Parker Smith, and I'm your father!"

   ***

   The police turned up at that point, and I gave my statement to them, and
then an EMT crew checked the girl over, saying she was lucky, the guy
hadn't hurt her badly, she had a sore throat, and bruising, but she was
taken to the hospital anyway, to do a rape kit, and swabs taken for
evidence against her would-be rapist.  Hey, I watch television, so although
no-one said anything, we all knew that's why she was taken away in a police
cruiser.

   I went to the hospital, staying there and asking about her.  No-one
would tell me anything, even though I'd been the one who'd saved her,
until, at the end of my tether, I told a nurse I was her father.  You can
bet that caused more problems for me.  Suddenly, I had furious nurses and
doctors demanding to know why I was allowing her to do that, selling
herself, and a policeman wanted to arrest me for child endangerment, child
prostitution, and a whole damn raft of charges.  He was actually pulling
out his cuffs, turning me around, not listening to me, when I had to yell
out that I hadn't known she was my daughter, her mother had run off her
with as a baby.  The cop just stood there, glaring at me, with his hand on
his service revolver, and so I put my arm out, and demanded they do a blood
test, and that should verify my story.  So, reluctantly, they did, and they
were as surprised as I was, when the preliminary results showed that Terri
was in fact my daughter.

   The fall-out from the subsequent police inquiry, and the circus from
news coverage was substantial.  The school scrambled to cover their asses,
and of course denied all knowledge of his activities.  Several young girls
came forward to testify, some of them as young as eight, and the guy's
future was assured.  He'd be bunking in a maximum security facility, with a
brawny guy as a cellmate, if he was lucky.  His wife was horrified, and she
divorced him as quickly as she could, and wouldn't talk to anyone, and
moved away shortly after that.  I kept a low profile, and wouldn't talk to
the nosy news crews, and soon, they went away, chasing a juicier story.

   ***

   After the furore died down, I was sitting at my table eating dinner,
when I got a phone call.  It was Child Services, and they told me that as I
had identified myself as Terri's father, and as I was willing to take her
in, could I come in and see them, to talk about her placement?  I agreed,
and the next day.  I was there in an office, sitting on the opposite side
of a desk with a frazzled woman in her forties sorting through a pile of
folders.

   She was a good woman really, just trying to do her job, not having the
time or resources to do it properly.  I felt for her, and waited patiently
while she took Terri's folder, and opened it in front of her.  She began to
tell me a little of what was known of Terri's background.  Her mother had
been arrested for prostitution and drugs charges, and Terri had been bought
up by various people, none of them suitable as candidates for relocation,
and at age nine, Terri's mother had died of a drug overdose.  Terri had
fallen off the map at that point, and apparently had resorted to giving
handjobs and blowjobs to raise money to feed herself.  I was told Terri had
some problems, especially with adult and authority figures, and I'd have to
be patient, extremely patient, with her.  It was going to take some time
for her to adjust, I was told, and then I was signing the papers that would
make her legally mine.

   ***

   It was a different girl who sat in the chair waiting for me.  She was
clean, had clean clothes on, and she'd filled out from being fed at the
shelter.  She had on a dress, with white knee socks, and buckle down shoes.
They'd put her brushed blonde hair up in pigtails, and I wanted to take the
ties off and let her hair hang free.  I hate pigtails.  They make a girl
look stupid.  But I held my peace, and then Terri saw me, and as she had
been coached to do, she gave me a winsome look, and a big smile.

   I went to her, and she stood, her hands behind her, and just to make it
more appealing, to melt my heart, I surmised, she swung her body in a
slight twisting motion.  As if that would work!  I was taking my daughter
home, and nothing could stop me, I didn't need encouragement.  I stood in
front of Terri, I asked her if she could do something for me.  Her eyes
went hard, and she wanted to know what?  I asked her to take the ties out
of her hair, and let her hair hang free.  She moved her hands, tearing at
the ties, and threw then to the floor, growling she hated pig tails!

   "That's my girl!" I thought, smiling at her, and then as we were going
from that place, I noticed the quiet sombre atmosphere.  Several young
girls stood nearby, behind a glass partition, and none of them said a word,
just watching us go.  A young pale blonde girl, with pale blue eyes, who
was tall and willowy, with a flat chest, wearing jeans and a tee shirt,
stood at the glass.  She raised her hand, and put it on the pane, a tear
running down her cheek.  Terri went over to her, and put her hand against
the pane, opposite hers, and then both girls had tears welling in their
eyes as they looked deep into the eyes of the other, and crying softly,
Terri hung her head, and walked away.  The other girl still stood there,
watching her go, mouthing the words, "I love you!"

   ***

   We sat in the car, not saying anything, the interaction between the two
girls on my mind.  Terri said nothing, just sitting there with her seatbelt
on, waiting to go from that place.  "Who was she?" I asked Terri in a quiet
voice.  She sat there for a few seconds, and then said, "My friend Amanda."
"I didn't have any friends before, and when they stuck me in there,"
shooting a look at the centre, "Amanda became my friend, and we'd sleep in
the same room.  I liked her.  I don't want to leave her in there!  I wish
we could take her with us, she's the sister I never had!"

   Terri turned to me, a serious look on her face, and she grabbed my hand,
and she told me that, if I got Amanda out of there, and took her home with
us, she'd do anything, absolutely anything I wanted to her to do, no matter
what, she'd be happy just to have her friend with her.  I knew what she
meant by `anything,' and I wasn't going there.  I looked in Terri's eyes,
and her sky blue eyes had lost their hard look, and she was crying, begging
me silently to charge in there, and get her one and only best friend, and
adopted sister, and bring her with us.

   I looked at Terri, her blue eyes boring in to me, and then, making up my
mind, opened the car door.  Her face lit up with hope, but before I got
out, I told her, "Terri, I'm not keeping you to what you just told me.  It
never happened, I want to make that clear right now, and it will never be
mentioned again.  I'll go in there, and ask if we can have Amanda, but
don't get your hopes up.  It could be near on impossible for us to have
her."

   Terri nodded, and told me she knew.  Then she sat in the front seat
properly, and tears were silently coursing down her cheeks.

   I went back inside, and the woman behind a desk looked up in surprise,
and asked me if I'd forgotten anything, as I hadn't had Terri with me, and
I wasn't giving her back.  I told the receptionist that I'd had a talk with
my daughter, and she mentioned her friend, Amanda, and I made it plain we'd
like to adopt her.  I can't remember what I'd said at the time, but I
argued with a case-worker, and was told force-fully that it wouldn't
happen, and to forget about it, as sorry as they were.  Amanda seemed
locked into the system, and it looked like they weren't letting her go.

   I went back out to the car, told Terri what they'd said, and she cried
all the way home.

   ***

   When we got home, I had prepared a room for her, and it was basic and
unadorned, as I'd let her decorate it as she chose, except that I'd put a
card on the dresser for her that said, in cheery words, "Welcome Home!"
Terri picked that up, drawn like a magnet to it, grunted as she read it,
and then put it down.  Looking around, she wanted to know what we were
having for dinner.  She didn't mention the room, the single bed, or
anything about the place, feigning indifference.

   I lived in a small two bedroom place, and I was frugal with my spending,
using only that which covered my basic needs, and the rest, when I could,
went in the bank.  I had a part-time job, with extra hours sometimes, as a
menial labourer, but as I wanted more, I was also doing a computer course,
one of several I'd done, and near to graduating.  I'd found I had a flair
for IT work, designing software.

   I made dinner that night as she watched television, and we had spaghetti
and meatballs, me not telling Terri that it was one of my favourite meals.
She attacked it with gusto, using a fork and spoon to roll the spaghetti,
surprising me again, because I hadn't shown her how to do it, and then she
was stuffing it into her mouth, chewing with a rapturous look on her face.
"I love spaghetti and meatballs!" she got out at one stage.  "If I hadn't
watched you make it, I'd have thought someone else did!  It's delicious!"

   I smiled and thanked her for the praise, her head down and still eating.
She must have liked it because she put the leftovers on her plate, and
didn't stop until she'd polished it all off.  She pushed her empty plate
away, and sat back, one foot up on her chair, and burped.

   "'Scuse me," she said, and rubbed her full tummy, picking bits out of
her teeth with a fingernail.  Her mother used to do that, and I felt a pang
of loss watching her do that.  Terri gave me a level gaze, looking far
older than her eleven years, and told me, "You're not a bad cook.  I
thought you'd make me do all the cooking.  I will, as long as you help me.
But my room is off limits, clear?"

   I looked at her, looking at me, and we locked eyes, hers sky blue, mine
grey, and I told her that I meant what I'd said in the car, and I didn't go
back on my word.  Terri nodded, and got up, and began to clear the table.
With me washing, and her drying, the dishes didn't take long, and then we
went back into the living room, sitting at the ends of the couch, Terri
with her legs tucked under her, and me with my legs out in front of me,
crossed at the ankles.

   We sat there for a couple of hours, with me getting up, and making a
coffee for me, and a hot chocolate for her.  Terri sniffed at it, took a
sip, and with a chocolate moustache, she grinned, and thanked me.  The next
time I went to get up, she told me to sit, and asking me how I had my
coffee, and she went to make it.

   ***

   It was a couple weeks later, Terri was on her way home from school one
that was not far from where I lived, only about four blocks down, and three
over, and I was making a coffee after showering, as I'd not long got home
from work.  Terri and I had thrashed out some rules for us living together,
and rather just telling her do this, do that, don't do this, or don't do
that, I sat her down, and told her that if we were going to be living
together under the same roof, I'd rather live with her, as I'd missed her
for the last eleven years, and so we should just draw up our boundaries,
and get on with our lives.  She was surprised to say the least, and as I
said, we drew up our boundaries, and she was true to her word, and didn't
cross hers, or mine.  Ditto for me.  One thing I hate more than anything is
a liar, and that's what we never did to each other, was lie.  No matter how
much it hurt, we were honest with each other, and it made for a
relationship of trust, something very important to me, and to my young
daughter.

   So this day, as I was getting the dinner things ready, the phone rang. I
answered it, and a female voice identified herself as Mrs Dickens, from the
shelter, where I had argued with her about Amanda.  Mrs Dickens sounded
confused, and apologised for calling, but the call concerned the request
I'd made for the adoption of the young girl, and she asked if I was still
interested in taking her on?  She told me that this was unusual, but my
request had been granted, and if I was to come in tomorrow, I'd be able to
sign the custody papers, and Amanda was legally mine!  I agreed, of course,
trying to imagine the look on Terri's face when I told her about Amanda,
but then a cruel streak reared its head, and I decided not to say anything.
I'd let it be a surprise!

   So, that night, while Terri and I was having dinner, I casually
mentioned that circumstances had changed, and that there'd be different
rules from now on, but she'd have to wait for tomorrow, and then I'd tell
her in full what they were after she'd got home from school.  Of course she
bugged the daylights out of me for hours, but I stuck to my guns, Terri
going so far as to threaten to walk out and not come back ever!, unless I
told her what I meant, but I pretended to be deaf, and ignored her.  Terri
got her cute perky nose out of joint, punched me in the arm, hard!, and
stalked off, muttering under her breath and calling me a few choice names,
and slammed her bedroom door as she went through it.

   ***

   Chapter Two

   When Terri got home from school, she was surly and uncooperative.  She
remembered my reticence the night before in giving her information, and
gave me looks with daggers in them.  As she came into the house, I asked
her to come into the living room, as I needed to talk with her.  She came,
but reluctantly.  I sat her down, and told her that her room was no longer
off limits, and that she'd be having someone else sleeping in there with
her.  She immediately thought I was talking about myself, so Terri stood
up, and went into a storm of rage, called me some very unsavoury names, and
dashed into her room, forgetting to slam the door.  I heard her bedsprings
bounce as she threw herself on the mattress.  She was sobbing, and I didn't
know whether to laugh, or feel sorry for her.

   I heard Amanda's voice ask the heart-broken preteen what was wrong, and
Terri wailed, "He lied to me!  He said he wouldn't, and that fucking
asshole lied!  He...he..." Then there was silence, and a window breaking
scream rent the air, and I heard Terri blubbering, and chattering away, and
I heard Amanda laugh, and then Terri was towing her friend into the living
room, and then Terri was hitting me with her fists, but not very hard,
laughing and crying at the same time, calling me names, but not really mean
ones.  I was laughing at her reaction, not even defending myself, and both
girls were now crying in happiness, hugging each other, and then I was
smothered as they both jumped on me, and wrapped their arms around me, and
life was good!

   A little while later, there was a knock on the door, and when I opened
it, there were two police officers standing there on the porch, their hands
on their weapons, and one said there'd been a report of screaming coming
from this residence, and was everything all right?  Terri ran into his
arms, and hugged him hard around the waist, her head on his lower chest,
telling him breathlessly, "my sister's come home!  I got my sister back!"
The officer stood there, patting the ecstatic girl on the back, and both
were smiling, and the second officer told to her to keep the noise down in
future, because she'd scared the neighbours!  Terri promised, and then they
left, chuckling.

   ***

   So, I went from one daughter, to having two.  I enrolled Amanda in the
same school as Terri, so she had someone to walk to school with, and home
again.  It was a bit tight for a while, but one day, after I'd graduated
with honours from the computer course, I received a phone call, telling me
that someone from the computer school, where I'd done the course, had made
a phone call, and I'd been recommended to a computer software firm in
another city, and could I start work in a couple of weeks?  A house would
be placed at my disposal to save me having to search for one, travel money
wold be provided for moving and sundries, and they were looking forward to
my starting work there.  I sat on the couch, stunned.

   When I told the girls what had happened after they'd got home from
school, both of them were happy for me, and asked me all sorts of
questions, excited so much, they couldn't sit still, making me tell them
word-for-word the conversation I'd had, again and again, until they could
recite it by memory.  The next two weeks flew by with us packing, making
arrangements for moving our meagre belongings, and getting the car ready
for travel.  Everything went without a hitch, and the two girls, Terri and
Amanda, when they finally stood in the living room of our new house,
dropped their jaws, and Terri said, Holy COW!  but what a big house it was,
a mansion!  After my living for years in a small two-bedroom place, it was
indeed a mansion, four bedrooms, a huge kitchen, two bathrooms, and a den
for me were quickly sorted out.  The girls claimed a room each, and that
became their domains.

   There was a thick manila envelope on the sideboard with important
paperwork in it for me from my new employers, and on a Monday morning, I
stood in the foyer of a big multinational company building, ready to start
work.

   ***

   I had a ball at the Storm Centre, as it was called.  The name came from
the fact we'd spend hours brain-storming, coming up with new ideas on how
to design cutting edge software for various companies.  Most of the work
was Military based, so I can't tell you too much about it, except to say
that I loved the perks.  Every time I'd need something, I'd put in a
request, and I'd have it on my desk before the end of the day.  Even if it
was something for home.  I come home at the end of the day, and `it' would
be sitting in my garage.

   Terri and Amanda were enrolled in an exclusive school, and it was
protected by armed security, and a mouse couldn't get in there with
security clearance.  But, they weren't treated as prisoners, the students
had lots of freedom, as long as they kept to the rules, and behaved
themselves.  The children of the employees were monitored, by having I.D
that told security exactly where they were, no matter where in the country.
The girls wore school uniforms, which actually flattered their figures, and
as the girls of the school were quite a pretty bunch, the sun would shine
brighter when they walked into a room.

   Terri and Amanda made friends quickly, and Terri would keep me filled in
on who did what, to whom, and where.  She was quite the goldmine of
information, but don't ask me how she found out how several of the older
teenage girls were having sex with one of the male faculty, or that the
Principle's daughter was having an affair with a `hunky' security guard. 
Well, you get the idea.  There was a fair amount of sex going on in that
town, and sometimes, I'd be slightly jealous that I wasn't getting any, but
with two preteens to look after, and an important job to concentrate on, I
usually didn't have much time for mattress gymnastics.

   Amanda was the quiet one, and she seemed to have a sixth sense, always
seeming to know when I needed a fresh coffee, or would do small chores just
when I was thinking about doing them.  I remember one Saturday afternoon, I
went to bring the washing in, as it had been a beautiful day, I hung the
clothes out instead of using the drier, she called out to me, told me not
to bother, as it had already been done, and it was folded and put away. 
She was a dream child, never, well, hardly never, losing her temper.  The
very few times she did, it was to pull Terri up about something, but she
was discrete enough to take her wayward sister into her room, and let her
have it.  She may have been the quiet one, but she was made out of steel.

   Every time Terri was about to get up to mischief, she'd be blocked from
doing so by Amanda.  That really pissed her off.  Living on the streets for
two years or so had given Terri a wild streak, but she was always pulled
into line by her sister, and even though they were sometimes like oil and
water, they relied on each other, and were like, well, twins almost.  There
was a bond there I didn't understand, couldn't understand, that was forged
in the shelter when both of them had to stay under its roof.

   I tried to find out about Amanda, to help me understand this quiet,
gentle, self-effacing child, but it's as if she just appeared out of
nowhere one day, and walked into Child Welfare jurisdiction.  No-one knew
who her parents were, or where she'd come from.  She was a pale-haired
child that was waiting on the steps of the shelter one day, and followed
the staff inside, and that's where she called home for the next three
years. She was placed with good families, but they always brought her back,
saying she was `strange', and didn't mix well with others.  But instead of
being torn up by being brought back, she'd go to her old room, and sleep,
waking up the next day as if she'd never left.  Terri was the first `human'
child her own age she'd bonded with, and so the staff left her alone,
Amanda preferring it to be so.

   To unwind, I'd go for walks, and I'd always end up at the park not far
from us.  There were a few parks in that town, a small city, really, but
for the sake of keeping things simple, let's just call it a town, okay? 
Anyway, I'd find myself in the park, and would stare off into space, and
let my mind wander.  Most times I'd take a book with me, to disconnect from
reality for an hour or two.  I'd have the two young free spirits with me,
and as they shrieked with laughter and play, or go exploring, I'd retreat
into my own world, and be lost there, until it was time to go home.  Then
we'd walk home, or drive if the girls didn't want to walk, and get our
dinner on, then relax for the rest of the evening.

   ***

   We'd been in our house now for about a year, and I'd become a fixture at
work.  It was high pressure job, and in the year that I'd been there, I'd
seen a few people come and go, and their empty chairs at the morning
`toolbox talk' was a silent reminder that nothing was permanent in this
high-pressure industry, and that gave me the incentive to work hard, and
keep up with latest developments in the industry.  I'd gotten promotions,
and now ran a section of my own, and we were the top producers.  Anyone who
started to slide was pulled up, and if they didn't produce results, they
were gone.

   Terri and Amanda had their twelfth birthdays, and as we didn't know when
Amanda's was, we celebrated it the same day as Terri's, and that made them
both happy.  There was the usual house full of people, mothers generally of
the young girls my two had invited, and several of them were single, who
worked in the building for the same firm I did.  I'd got chatting with
them, mainly because they came up to me and initiated the conversation.  I
ended up with some promises for future dates with them, and I looked
forward to them!

   That birthday was the turning point in my relationships with my
daughters, as well with a couple of the ladies there, and somehow, things
got complicated, yet not.  I'll try to explain, so keep reading.

   The Twins, as I was now calling them, were filling out, and suddenly,
there were nice round thrusting protrusions on their chests, and theu had
delectable curves on their bodies instead of straight boyish figures, and
then we had to go shopping for their first bras, which was an adventure in
itself, and they demanded I stay outside the store, so I retreated to a
coffee shop while I waited, then when they came out, they were giggling and
blushing.  Well, Amanda was blushing, Terri was giggling, and they had a
secret look in their eyes as they came up to me, and told me they needed
new panties to go with the bras.  So I gave them the amount asked for, and
back they went, reappearing about half an hour later.  I asked them what
took them so long?  Amanda blushed again, and Terri had a superior look on
her face, and told me it `always takes a woman time to decide what she
needed!'

   So we then did the grocery shopping while we were in the mall, and went
home, with the girls whispering, and giggling in the back seat.  I looked
into the rear-vision mirror at them as they sat in the back seat, peeking
in the bag, and giving me funny looks.  They had something planned, so I
ignored them, and drove.  They helped empty the car, and then they
disappeared into Amanda's room with a fair amount of giggling and whispers,
until dinnertime.

   After showering, and getting into bed, I was lying there, still awake,
and I started to get an erection.  It wouldn't go away, so I started to
stroke myself, fueling my fantasies with the images of the breasts and
rear-ends of the women at work, and those who'd come over for the birthday
party.  My God, but there were lovely hot women all around me!  I was
starting to enjoy the senasations of rising to climax, when there was a
knock on my door.  With a silent groan and sitting up, I told whoever it
was to come in, and then the light went on, and both girls came in, and my
jaw hit the floor.  They were dressed, if I could call it that, in sheer
panties and bras, identical, and nothing was left to the imagination.  I
was stunned, and as they stood there, my erection went from hard, to a
steel bar in moments.

   ***

   The Twins stood there, a big grin on Terri's face, a smile on Amanda's,
and they had their arms about the other's waist, their hips touching.  Both
were incredibly beautiful, and so damn sexy!  Their immature curves bespoke
of the lovely women they were becoming, and their young small breasts sat
high on their chests, their pink nipples hard and poking through the sheer
material of their bras.  Their little vaginas were partly covered by soft
downy hairs, Terri's pubic hair darker than the hair on her head.  Amanda's
was so pale as to be almost invisible, her mons looking smooth, but I could
see the ridges of her pubic hair as it pushed against her panties.  Terri's
clitoral hood was prominently on display, and Amanda's was still hidden by
her outer lips.  I was ogling them shamelessly, unable to stop my eyes from
staring, my blood pressure went up, and suddenly I felt a wet spot, where
my oozing precum soaked the sheet covering my pulsing tumescence.

   I was in a state of shock, to put it mildly, and my eyes couldn't leave
the young crevices and bodies on dislpay.  I suppose my outburst at their
wanton display was a way of defending myself, but as much as I wanted them
to cover themselves, and leave me alone to masturbate to this new source of
inspiration, I desperately wanted them to stay as they were, and join me in
my bed.  I wanted to touch them, to feel their immature young bodies, to
kiss and suck on their engorged nipples, lay them down, and taste their
sweet young genitalia.  Sick bastard, huh?

   "Holy shit!" I almost yelled, panicking.  "What the hell are you two
doing?" I had to take a breath.  "Put some clothes on, dammit!  Do you know
what you're doing?  What were you thinking?"

   Terri, who'd been grinning at the shocked look on my face, now didn't
look so sure of herself, and she looked like she wanted to run from me, and
the room, on the verge of tears.  Her plan, whatever it had been, had just
backfired, and now she was a scared little girl who was caught in a
situation that she no longer had control of.

   Amanda hadn't said a word, just standing there silent, and watching at
me.  She took Terri's hand, and pulled her sister toward the bed, and no
matter how much Terri struggled and tried to pull away, telling her she
didn't want do to this anymore, the quiet girl, with a determined look on
her face, continued her advance toward me.  When they were close enough for
their legs to touch the side of my king-sized bed, Amanda, with a steely
look in her eye, pointed to me, and told Terri to get under the covers,
cuddle up, and to stop being a baby.  Oh, boy!  If looks could kill, Amanda
would have been a shrivelled husk at that point.

   Grumping, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument, Terri slid into
my bed, her eyes shooting daggers at the other preteen, and lay there
rigid, her arms crossed on her chest and her legs together, and with a look
of disinterest, stared up at the ceiling.  Amanda went around to the other
side, slid under the covers, and snuggled up to me, and smiled up at me.

   "Okay," I asked them, "what's going on?  What's the meaning of all
this?" Amanda looked up at me, smiled sweetly and said, "Terri wants to ask
you something, don't you Terri?" Terri muttered something not very
complimentary, and said no more.  Amanda reached across me, and slapped
Terri on the top of her head, causing the rebellious girl sit up, making
her young firm mounds to be displayed, and she hissed to Amanda, "You do
that again, and I'll rip your arm off!" Then she slumped back down onto the
bed, but didn't pull the covers back onto her, just lying there fuming.

   "Okay, Amanda", I said, turning to her, "you tell me what's going on. 
Lets have no more of your antics, you girls, just tell me truth!"The
pale-haired girl looked over my chest at her angry sibling, and said,
"Terri wanted to show me something, and she's been bugging me for the last
couple of months about it.  That's why we needed to get new underwear, so
that when we showed you us almost naked in them, we knew that it would get
you into the mood, and you'd have to help us!"

   ***

   Looking sweetly at the steaming preteen lying next to me, she said, "For
the last couple of months, Terri there has been coming into my room, and
telling me all about oral sex, or 'blowjobs', as she calls them.  She'd
take my hairbrush, and show me exactly how she used to do them, using her
mouth and tongue on the handle, and it was digusting at first, as I
couldn't really believe what she'd told me, if it was true or not, but then
I became curious, and so she'd do it even more, telling me all about how to
do it, how to hold a man's, what did you call them, Terri?  oh yes,
'pricks!', so she suggested we seduce you with our new underwear, and
practice on you!"

   I was in a new level of shock.  I kept looking from one to the other,
not believing my ears.  Terri hadn't moved and inch, but she had a smug
grin on her face, and she'd flick glances at my face, to gauge my reaction
to this astounding news.  Amanda continued, saying, "I think she was lying
to me.  I don't think she even knows what a man looked like down there,
and", she looked over to Terri, who had a look of shocked disbelief and
outrage on her face, "I don't think she could get a rise out of a piece of
string!" She lay back down, a smug look on her own face, now.

   Terri had a look of inarticulate rage on her face, she'd gone red with
fury, and rising to sit up onto her knees, she threw the covers back, down
to the end of the bed.  "Okay, you smartass little bitch", she growled to
her grinning sibling, "you want to play that kind of game with me?  I'll
show you I know what I'm doing, and who was lying!" Then she turned to me,
pointed at my shocked face, and growled, "You!  Don't move!" Then she got
between my legs, shoving them out of her way, and put her hands on my limp
member, and began to massage it.

   Terri had a look of concentration on her face, her body language telling
us that she wasn't going to back down from that kind of dare, and as much
as I tried, I couldn't stop myself from becoming hard under her
ministrations.  It had been a long time since I'd had sex except
masturbating, and watching the way Terri's small breasts hung down, her
little nipples puffing out, also noticing a flush spread across her chest,
I lay back, and let her do it.  God help me, but only death would have
stopped me then, as I was lost in the eroticism of the moment.  Amanda lay
next to me, watching us both, and she was actually interested in the event,
and was paying clinical attention to what Terri's hands were doing, and to
my reactions to my young daughter, who was stroking me and licking her
lips, preparing herself for the final plunge.

   ***

   The slim girl between my legs was into her element now.  She knelt
there, running her hands up and down my shaft, and she'd calmed down, and
was applying a gentle but firm grip, crooning softly under her breath,
using my oozing precum to make me wet and slick, and with a look of wonder
on her face, she looked me in the eyes, and said, "I don't believe it!  I
think I've actually missed doing this!" She gave me another couple of
strokes, and grinned.  "You've sure got a nice prick, daddy!" Then she
giggled, and dipped her head onto me, and I arched my back with a gasp as
she took me into her warm willing mouth.

   Terri applied a light suction, and I could feel my hardness slide
further and further by degrees in to her oral cavity.  I could feel her
gulping me, her tongue swishing around the head, then the shaft, as I went
in.  I was in a rapture, never in my life had anyone done this to, or for,
me.  I couldn't have moved away if I wanted to.  I didn't want this to end,
and I noticed that Amanda had moved, and was kneeling with her head up
close to the action, studying what Terri was doing.  Then one of her hands
went to her small breasts, and she began to rub them, rolling her nipples
with her fingers.

   I could feel my glans at the back of Terri's throat, and then she was
gulping and swallowing, and with the feeling of tightness around the glans,
I was past her tonsils, and Terri gave a throaty gurgle, which was a laugh,
and I almost lost it.  Then she backed off, took a breath, and did it again
and again, my head sliding a little further each time, until she was
crouched down over me, her nose almost in my pubic hair!  Terri began to
hum then, and I could feel the fluid bubble in my balls.  I was gasping for
air now.  She knew I was close, so she raised her head off me, and took a
deep breath.

   Her chin was covered with her saliva, and she had a wicked gleam in her
eyes.  Then dipping her head again, she started to suck on me, just the
head, moving her own up and down slightly, humming all the while, and then
I was cumming, and I told her to watch out, I was ready to blow, so she
lifted her head up, looked right into my eyes with a grin, and stroked me
with both hands, up and down, slowly and firmly, until I came.  My back
arched, and with a loud cry, I was ejaculating all over my chest and belly.
Terri's hands were still working on me, and I spasmed until I was spent,
and there was nothing left.

   ***

   I was lying there, on my back, in a sexual fog, blissful and happy,
physically tired, but mentally awake.  Both girls were lying on their sides
next me opposite each other, up on an elbow, watching me.  Terri's hand was
in her panties, and she was giving herself light strokes on her pubis and
clitoral hood, her knee up, and her foot on the bed, while Amanda was
massaging her breasts gently, her hand never still.  My semen was cooling
on my chest and belly, and I was just about to ask for a towel, when Amanda
got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with a towel so that I could
wipe myself off.  She insisted on doing it, being gentle in my groin area,
as the head of my penis was still tender from the ejaculating.

   She tossed the towel over by the bedroom door, and looking at Terri, who
had another of her smug looks on her face, I asked her, "where the hell did
you learn to do that?!"

   Terri looked at me, and in a sombre voice, told me that when she was
growing up, various men would come over, and in payment for drugs or just
getting her stoned, or when her mom's John's would be there, her mom would
suck them off, or have sex right in front of her, so it wasn't any big deal
to see her mother and a string of men humping on the bed, on the couch, on
the floor, and one guy did her mom up the ass while she was doing the
dishes!  Apparently, that's the only way he could get his jollies, and
shoot.  Terri's Mom was a junkie, and whenever her dealer would come over,
he'd make her mom blow him, before handing over the goods.

   Well, one day, he told her that she wasn't doing it for him any more, it
was all the same, so he suggested a mother-daughter combo.  Her mother
didn't want to do it, so he got up, and as he was leaving, her mom seeing
her stash walk out the door, she called him back and agreed.  "I was about
seven at that time" Terri said, in a monotone.  Her mom got the child to
come over to them, and told her to hold the man's penis, which, Terri said,
"was really big!", but now she knew it was just average in size, "but it
sure looked big to me!" As she was holding it, her mom was coaching her on
how to hold it, and stroke it, then she got the child to kiss it, and then
after a while, to put it in her mouth.

   "It was hard and soft and warm, all at the same time," she said.  Terri
said her mouth and jaw were sore after a while, licking him and sucking his
cock like a lollipop, but he wouldn't shoot, holding off, and holding off,
until she started to cry, so he told her mom he felt sorry for her, and "it
was time she got her reward for being a good girl!".  Terri had a far-off
look in her eye, and continued.  "So, without any warning, he shot his
stuff all over my face, and in my mouth, and it tasted icky!  I was
choking, and spitting it out, and he and mom were laughing at me!  Then he
threw the drugs at mom, and left.  Mom told me I was a good girl, and got
high.  I scrubbed myself off in the bath, and had to find my own dinner,
because mom was too wasted to get up and look after me!"

   ***

   Terri snuggled into me, and started to rub her hand on my chest and
belly.  "It was the same after that," she said.  "Whenever he came over, I
had to blow him, and I got better at it, because mom needed her drugs, and
she would get mad when I told her I didn't want to do it, and she beat me a
couple of times, so in the end, I just did it, glad when he'd shoot, and
soon, he was making me swallow.  He even brought a couple of other men
over, and I had to blow them.  I was getting numb to it, and I would switch
off, and just suck them off, then go to my room, and cry.  One day, he
wanted to fuck me, but mom put her foot down, telling him no way!.  I was
too young, she said, and would only let me blow him."

   "So when he threatened her by not giving her the drugs anymore, she said
he could put his cock between my legs, but not in me.  He wanted me real
bad, so he agreed.  He took off his pants, mom took my clothes off, and
then kneeling behind me, he put his cock btween my legs, and mom told me to
close them, and then he started moving, and he was telling me what a good
girl I was, how I was making mom and him happy, and he was there for a long
time, but he shot anyway, and fell on me.  He gave mom some extra drugs for
that, so of course, when he'd come over, more regular now, I had to suck
him till he was hard, then he'd hump me.  Mom was starting to get jealous,
because she wasn't getting any from him anymore, he wanted only me, and she
was sure pissed at him"

   Terri had tears welling up in her eyes, lost in the story she was
telling.  I held her, and Amanda had come round to her side, and was lying
behind Terri, and holding her, murmuring in her ear softly, saying, "It's
okay, it's okay!"

   ***

   Terri gulped down a sob, and continued, her confession like a salvation
of sorts for her.  "Then one day, he was ramming himself against me, and he
had a fall-out, and when he pushed it back in, it went up my ass instead,
and I screamed!  It hurt!  But, he was near to shooting, I was crying and
screaming for him to stop, but he wouldn't stop, he just kept going.  Mom
was on the couch, stoned off her face, and she was laughing, and didn't
stop!  I blacked out from the pain, and when I come to on the floor, he was
gone, and mom was asleep.  I cried for hours, and I couldn't sit down, or
do anything.  It took days before I could even shit without my ass feeling
like it had a hot poker up it!"

   "The bastard wanted to fuck my ass again, but I would fight him off, not
letting him touch me, and even though mom was fighting mad at me, I
wouldn't go anywhere near the son-of-a-bitch!  He had to make do with
fucking her up the ass instead!" Terri was angry now, and looking at me
like I was the one who'd done it to her.  Amanda told her I wasn't to
blame, and to keep going, to get it out of her system.  She's a wise kid,
my Amanda.

   "One day, the dealer told me he knew of a way where I could come work
for him, and my mom would be cool with it.  She won't even argue, he said,
not after he was through with her!  Then he laughed, an evil kind of laugh,
and walked away.  I was nine by then, and the next week, mom was dead of an
overdose, but before he could get his hands on me, I had split from there.
I took mom's drugs she had left over, and sold them for money for food, but
it didn't last long.  The only way I knew of to make money was hooking, but
no matter how much money the johns offered me, I wouldn't open my legs for
them.  It was a blowjob, or handjob, or they could go get fucked, and not
with me!"

   Terri had a hard look on her face, and she gripped me tight, her small
body shaking from rage.  She was trying not to cry, and that was taking a
toll on her, making her twist her face up, and then two tears ran down her
cheeks, and gasping for breath, she told us how, for two years, she had
lived on the streets, hooking for money, going hungry and cold, fighting
off dirty old men who wouldn't take no for an answer, until that fateful
day when she met me in the park.

   "I knew you were different," she said looking at me, her sky blue eyes
filled with pain.  "You weren't interested, I saw that straight off.  I
thought it was because you were queer, or something, but you had the same
look in your eyes that I felt in my heart.  You were hurting, and so was I.
I was going to do a number on you, and con you for some money after that
old man was finished, but that never happened.  Beats the hell out of me
how we finally managed to meet!"

   Then, finally, Terri did cry, and she wept and balled for a long time,
and slowly the poison leached out of her system, draining her, and before
we knew it, she was sleeping peacefully, holding me tight, and so while
Amanda turned off the light, I pulled the blankets up, then Amanda climbed
back into my bed, and cuddling up we all slept, exhausted.

   ***

   Chapter Three

   It took Amanda almost a month before she told me that she was ready to
practice now.  That's exactly what she told me, and with a straight face.
It was about eight o'clock on a Friday night, and I was lying on the couch.
I had my laptop on my stomach at the time.  I was engrossed with a problem
piece of software that had me stumped.  No matter how I wrote or re-wrote
it, it wouldn't work.  I was prepared to stick with it, because it had to
be ready by Monday, and was very important, and I knew with a sinking
feeling that I'd have to give my boss the bad news that I couldn't do it.
Several people had tried and failed with it, and it was passed to me, the
Miracle Worker.  Amanda was standing by my side, watching me, then she
swatted my hands out of the way, moved the cursor to the middle of a
different line, hit the space bar, and tapped away with the keyboard, so
fast I didn't see the characters for a moment, then she hit Enter.  The
damn thing worked!  I thought to myself, "I could have saved hours of my
time, and just given it to her!"

   Amanda looked at me, shook her head, and told me I had to do it on my
own, or else, how could I ever learn?  She then told me she had something
important to tell me, and that the software problem was in the way.  I
saved the work, and put the laptop down.  When one of the girls told me
they had to talk to me, and important, I listened.  No later, no wait till
I had time, I made time!  Those two were important to me, and I made the
effort to listen to them, no matter what it was.  They appreciated it, too.
Major lesson there!.

   Amanda sat beside me, took my hand in hers, and looked at me for a
minute or so, then, like I said, she told me, absolutely seriously, that
she wanted to practice now.  It took a moment for the gears to click in,
and then I dropped my jaw.  Literally.  She told me to close my mouth, I
looked stupid doing that.  Amanda may have been only twelve, I think, but
she spoke to you like an adult.  And she sounded like a mother talking to a
child if you pissed her off.  Yes, Mother.  No, Mother.  I won't do it
again, Mother.  You get the picture.

   So I asked her, when she was going to practice?  Had she set a time or
date?  She smiled, and told me tonight.  She had asked Terri to be there,
to give her pointers if she was doing it wrong.  She told me to shower, and
meet her in the bedroom.  Her bedroom.  Then she got up, and walked away. I
heard the shower going, and she called out, "Well?  Are you coming to
shower, or not?"

   I was moving before I realised my feet had taken the first step, then as
I poked my head around the bathroom door, she was nude, and in the shower
already, soaping herself down.  I stood there for a few seconds, then she
saw me, and told me to strip, and get in with her.  Bossy little trollop!
But I did what she said, and then she turned with her back to me, and told
me to wash her back, she couldn't reach it.  I took the soap, lathered my
hands, and massaged her shoulders, her skin soft and silky under my hands.
She leaned back a little, and made a purring sound.

   Then I moved my hands down her back, and I relished every inch of her.
When I got to her pert little butt, she moved her legs apart, as if to
invite me to wash her there as well.  You bet I did!  I was running my
hands and fingers into and around her crevices, and Amanda was moving her
pelvis, enjoying the attention.  She began to gasp, slapped her legs
together, then she turned around, and with a slightly glazed look in her
pale blue eyes, she began to soap me down.

   ***

   I was washing my top half, and Amanda was doing my lower half, washing
my legs, thighs and butt, making me turn around to do so.  Then she told me
turn around, and started to wash my manhood, spending time on it, and it
started to grow in her hands.  Amanda was looking at it, like a lab
specimen, no desire there, just curiosity.  She manipulated it, pulling my
foreskin back and forth, making sure I was clean all over.  Then she
stopped, and we stood there rinsing off under the water, then we got out,
and dried each other off.

   As soon as we were dry, she took my hand, and led us nude into her
bedroom.  Let me tell you a little about Amanda's room.  It wasn't girly,
with lace and ruffles, pinks or teddy bears.  No boy bands, or heart-throbs
anywhere.  She had pictures that she'd drawn or painted herself on the
walls, and the main theme was star constellations, and several looked
similar, as if seen from different angles.  I had asked her about them one
time, but she clammed up, but not before telling me she was interested in
astronomy.  I left it alone.  Every girl has her secrets, and that was one
of hers.  Her room was what you'd call 'functional.' She didn't have
anything in there that wasn't necessary, or practical for everyday life. 
She did have several things that I'd given her prominently displyed,
though.

   Amanda sat on her bed, and told me to lie down, and with Terri already
there, I noticed Terri was nude as well.  I spent some time looking at
them, their lovely pert breasts, their still-forming curvy bodies, and
their virgin pudenda's.  They were well-formed, and had lost their puppy
fat, so they looked like women in miniature.  Both sets of their nipples
were pale pink, and standing proud on their chests, and I noticed that
Amanda had a light sprinkling of freckles on the upper part of her chest.
Terri was flushed slightly, and she was looking at my hardness, and licked
her lips, then she reached out, and took it into her hand, and stroked it,
and she looked like she wanted to start first.

   Amanda told her to leave it alone, this was her time with me, and with a
look of chagrin, Terri took her hand away, and sat back.  I asked Amanda
why she'd chosen her bed, and she told me that this was where she felt
comfortable, and she felt in control.  I nodded, understanding that, and so
I lay there and waited for her to make the first move.  She wanted to
experiment, and I wasn't going to spoil it for her.  Amanda was just
sitting there, looking at my erect member, then she reached out and took it
into her hand as Terri had done, and then she held it so that it was
pointing straight up, and then Terri told her to relax her grip, and with
one hand hold it straight, and with the other, stroke it up and down,
slowly, and gently, tight on the way down, and relax on the way up.

   Amanda did so, and the feeling was electric, and erotic.  Then Terri, in
a low and hypnotic voice, told her sister to start running her hand in a
rotating up and down movement, touching me and showing her how.  Once the
young girl had it perfect, Terri let me go, and proceeded to give
instruction to her sibling, telling her to dribble saliva onto the head,
using that and my own natural lubrication to make me wet and slick.  Then
the teacher advised the student to take me into her mouth when she was
ready, just the head first, then slowly more, once she was ready to do so.

   ***

   Amanda took a breath, then dipped her head, and I felt her breath on my
glans, then the warmth of her mouth was around me, and I groaned.  Amanda
stopped what she was doing, but Terri told her to continue, as all men did
that, it meant they liked what was happening.  Amanda smiled at that, and
took me into her mouth again, and then as she did so, the Child-Woman told
her to give my glans licks, and to create a gentle suction, like she was
trying to drink out of a straw.

   I felt that little woman give me little licks, and it felt like a
butterfly was trapped in her mouth.  I was rising to the occasion, and I
was warm and felt the bliss of sexual tension in my body.  Then Amanda
started to bob her head slowly, taking more of me, and Terri said happily
that she was a natural, she'd have me shooting in no time!  That young
woman wasn't kidding!  I was enjoying the attentions of Amanda's mouth, and
her hand never stopped rolling and rubbing my shaft.  Her saliva had made
me wet, and I could feel my young daughter swallowing it down, and then as
I started to gasp, on the cusp of orgasm, I warned her that I may ejaculate
soon.

   Amanda's hand sped up, and her sucking increased, her tongue a whirlwind
in her mouth.  Then I felt my seed rising, boiling out of my shaft like
liquid fire, and Amanda stayed with me, not even taking her mouth off me as
I blasted into her mouth, swallowing my discharge, until I was spent, and
groaning from the climax as it wracked my body.  Amanda let me go when
there was nothing left, and then she sat back smiling, her sister throwing
her arms around her and hugging her, tears falling from her eyes, and
telling her what a marvellous job she'd done!  Amanda smiled, and asked me,
how did I like it?  And did she do a good job, like Terri said?

   I opened my arms, and she threw herself into them, and I held her and
assured her that that was one of the best I'd ever had, and I'd only had
two, one from her, and one fromTerri!  Amanda snuggled into me, and then
Terri was hugging us both, and said that why did I need to go out on dates,
when I had two women at home to take care of me?  I wisely decide not to
spoil the moment by mentioning that they were virgins!

   ***

   It was another three months before either girl apprached me for more
'lessons'.  This time, it was Terri, and I was sitting on the couch, trying
to relax from a stressful day at the office.  An audit was being done, and
everyone was in a flap about it.  Two exec's had been fired for
'misappropriation of funds', and since that happened, all the exec's were
running around, covering their asses, and apportioning blame for their
screw-ups to those who did the actual work around the place.  One
self-important S.O.B up the ladder tried to do that with me, and that day,
I'd had enough, so with the auditor in there with him, listening to the
exec telling him what a wonderful guy the exec was, and sooo trustworthy, I
barged in and let him have it.  The auditor stood by as I lambasted the
exec, and told him that I didn't give a shit if I was fired, I wasn't
taking his crap anymore, he wasn't dumping the blame for his foul-ups on me
and my crew, yahdee, yahdee, and walked out, and waited for the fall-out.

   The exec wasn't there the next day, but I was.  I was also promoted.  Go
figure!

   ***

   Anyhow, I was sitting on the couch, and I had a crick in my neck from
the stress I was under, when Terri was beside me, asking if I was alright.
I told her about work, and said that I had a sore neck.  One of her new
hobbies was learning to massage, and she was actually getting good at it,
bringing home books from the library, and using me or Amanda for live study
subjects.  She got me to lie on the floor, and sat across my lower back,
but positioning herself so that she wasn't putting any weight on me,
putting it on her knees instead.

   Terri began to rub my shoulders and neck, using baby oil from the
bathroom, her hands and fingers strong and firm as she manipulated the
muscles, and then climbing off after awhile, she asked me to take off my
shirt, giving her better access to my hurting body.  I lay with my arms by
my side, touching her calves as she worked on me.  She was so good at what
she was doing, I began to relax, and made a contented sound, so my daughter
began to move her hands down my back, finding sore muscles and rubbing the
tension out of them.

   After a while, she said to me, "How do you feel now, Dad?"

   That's another thing that was different.  Ever since the episode in the
bedroom, she was a different person, the street-wise little urchin was
gone, and a new girl had replaced her.  Terri was more quiet, and she began
to spend more time with me, sitting by me, holding me more often, and she'd
started to call me 'Dad'.  She said 'Daddy' was too childish, and 'Father'
sounded too formal, so Dad it was, and I accepted that, mainly because I
liked the sound of it.

   Amanda still hadn't taken that step, but Terri and I left her alone,
never bringing it up unless she did first.  I loved my girls, and their
sense of privacy was important, to me as well as to them.  I wouldn't pry,
figuring she'd bring it up when she was ready.  We still had a type of
'Father-Daughter' relationship, and that was fine with me.  Another thing
that Terri had changed about herself was that she had begun to wear dresses
and skirts more often.  She still wore her jeans, but not too often.  She
had nice legs, and would sit out on the back porch, and raise her dress up
to her thighs, laying in the sun tanning them.  She was experimenting with
bikini's as well, and when the day would be warmer than usual, she'd appear
on the back lawn, in a two-piece suit, sunning herself.  She was still a
little shy about her body, but was making progress with her
self-confidence.

   Which was strange, really.  In the house, she had no problem walking
around nude, or in her panties, as if there was nothing wrong with doing
so, and to her it was perfectly normal behaviour, and Amanda and I didn't
discourage her from doing so, but outside?  She was conscious of the space
out there, and felt eyes on her, even if there was nobody around but her
father and her sister.  We had a tall fence surrounding our boundary, so
there was no chance of people seeing her, but her intuition told her
somebody was.  She tried to ignore the feeling, and got on with the
business of getting tanned, anyway.

   ***

   I told Terri that I was feeling much better now, thanks, so she told me
to roll over, and she'd do my front.  She went up on hands and feet with
her backside in the air while I spun under her, and I got a faceful of
hair, and a cheeky grin for my troubles.  "Feeling like a shave, Dad?" she
laughed.  "Just get on with it before I fire you!" I laughed back.  So she
spread out her dress around her, and sat on my stomach, and began to rub my
chest muscles.  As I was shirtless, I noticed something.  Terri wasn't
wearing panties!  I could feel her pussy hair and lips, and her clitoral
hood drag across me as she shifted position.  I asked her if she'd
forgotten anything, but she shook her head and said no, she didn't think
so. As she moved lower, she shifted down, and then she was sitting on my
groin, and her slight pelvic movements were starting to have an effect on
me, and I began to grow in my pants.

   Then before I could say anything, Terri stood up, and as she did so, I
got a momentary glimpse up her skirt, and her lovely pussy was indeed bare,
and slightly inflamed.  Then she bent down, and my pants were being undone.
As soon as they were, Terri grabbed them by the legs, and pulled them off
me, telling me they were getting in the way.  My shorts went with them,
leaving me nude on the floor.  Thank goodness for a soft carlpet!

   Terri was wearing a short skirt, ending at the knees.  She held the hem,
and lifting it up, she knelt down over my groin again, and I watched her
sweet little lips part slightly as she bent her knees, and then, lowering
herself, she sat on me.  I wasn't hard, but I was getting there!  When my
daughter settled herself on me, she widened her eyes, and gave her groin an
experimemtal shuffle, as though she wasn't sure what to do next, then she
shrugged her shoulders, and continued to rub my chest and stomach.  But in
doing so, that meant she had to move her hips, and soon she was getting
moist, and she began to deveop a flush on her face.  Her breathing came in
short little gasps as well.

   Terri didn't stop massaging me as her pussy lips and clitoris were being
rubbed by contact with my erection.  She wasn't the only one who was
breathing hard, either.  The feel of her silky little slit was doing it's
magic, and I had to fight myself from grabbing her by the hips, and doing
god knows what to her!  Every time she'd lean forward, her clit would mash
itself on my hardness, and as she went back to a sitting position, her wet
slit would spread itself on either side of me.  The feeling was incredible!

   It was getting slushy down there, until finally Terry wasn't even
massaging me anymore.  She was in a world of her own, and she was grinding
herself against me, riding me, and there was the smell of preteen arousal
in the air.  If you've never smelt it, you're missing out on an incredible
experience!  It smelled fresh, and clean, and, and, oh, hell, I can't
really do it justice with words.  Just take my word for it, it was
overpowering my senses, and my own hormones were raging something fierce!

   Then she climaxed.  I think it was the first of her young life, because
she started panting, her eyes closed, head down, concentrating on the
feelings between her legs as she rode me.  Then her head snapped up, her
eyes went wide, unseeing, then her mouth dropped open, and she made a noise
that sounded like, "Nyyaaaaaahhuhuhuh!" The young girl was shuddering, and
shaking, and her arms and legs were quivering, then she went boneless, and
dropped onto me, her legs sliding out to the side of my body, her head on
my chest.  Terri was gasping, dragging air into her lungs like she had just
ran a mile sprint.  I held her, watching her as she slowly got her breath
back, and then she closed her eyes, and actually slept for a couple of
minutes.

   ***

   When the exhausted sweet young preteen joined us again, us meaning
Amanda as well, who had come out to the living room to see what was up with
her sister, having one of her premonitions that Terri was doing something
different.  Amanda knelt by Terri, and stroked her hair, gently lending her
strength.  She's an amazingly compassionate girl, Amanda.  Then when the
groggy girl roused herself enough to sit up, Amanda helped her onto the
couch, and went to get her some juice to drink.  The little angel also got
some for me as well, which I surely needed!

   When Terri could speak again, emptying her glss of juice, which her
sister refilled, and put into her hands, she blinked a couple of times, and
said "Jesus, Dad, what was that?  What happened?"

   I had put my shorts back on by this time, and sitting with her, and
putting my arm around her shoulders, I told her she'd had her first orgasm.
There was no other way to describe to the shocked preteen what had happened
to her.  She was ecstatic!  She'd heard of, and about them, of course, from
listening to the older girls at school talking, but now she knew what they
were on about.  Terri was full of energy, and would you believe, she wanted
to do it again!

   I told her there was plenty of time, she could afford to wait for the
right opportunity to experiment again, which she pouted over, and said she
always got close to something when she 'played with herself' in bed; but
this time she had actually went all the way with it.  We were always open
with each other, and any subject was never taboo, as children will always
have questions, and if their parents won't tell them the answers they need,
then you can be sure that they'll go looking elsewhere, and trouble will
always follow after them.

   I knew the girls had begun to masturbate, hearing them whimpering and
moaning in their beds at night.  Not only that, but they would make
references to the fact in everyday 'normal' conversation.  When they spoke
of it, it was usually couched in terms of 'playing with myself', or
'touching myself.' As much as I wanted to, I didn't press for any gory
details, as these two little women would have been offended by my inquiry,
I'm sure.  So I just listened, and only made a comment if they had
questions.  And they did have, I can tell you.  I mean, what do you tell a
twelve year old girl who's asked you, with a straight face, and looking in
your eyes, how would it feel if they stuck their fingers inside themselves?
Would it feel any different to stroking themselves on the outside?  Those
times would leave me stumped, and speechless.

   ***

   It was Amanda who got Terri to do me a service, when she looked at my
groin, and told the happy girl that I was in a state, because I was still
erect and my stiff member was poking out and making a tent in my shorts. 
She mentioned to her sister that something had to be done about it.  Terri
got onto her knees in front of me, told me raised up, which I did, and she
pulled my shorts down a bit, enough to free my erection, and give her room
to move.  She pushed my legs apart, and started to stroke me, using my
leaking fluid to make me slick.  Then she dipped her head, and took me into
her mouth, her tongue licking and swirling in her mouth, all around my
shaft and glans.  It didn't take me long to climax, being in a 'state',
alright!

   Amanda sat there, watching her as always, and when she saw I was close
to erupting, she got up to get a towel, but Terri took her mouth off me,
and told her not to bother, not this time, and went back to sucking me. 
Then when I felt the boiling in my balls, and felt the semen puoring up my
shaft, I lay back, and groaned, so Terri sucked harder, pumping me with her
little fist, and I poured myself into her mouth, and she, the little
darling, swallowed it all!  That too, was a first for her, not stopping
until I was limp and spent.  Then she held me in her hand, and kissed the
tip of my deflated member, then pulled my shorts up, tucked me back in,
took a big sip of her drink, and swirled juice in her mouth, then gulped it
down, smacking her lips and looking proud of herself.

   ***

   Terri masturbated regularly at home after that.  She'd do it whenever
the mood took her, even at the dinner table while she was eating!  I
suggested she should concentrate on her meal, but she told me with a
straight face she was, and asked me what my problem was?  Amanda was
looking at me with the same expression on her face, "Well Duh!", her fork
half-way to her mouth, and so I backed off, figuring Terri was just
experimenting with her body's responses again, and left it.  I was
outnumbered, dammit!  Amanda usually masturbated in her room, and one day I
saw her lying on her bed, her head toward the foot of the bed, and she was
lying on her stomach with her legs slightly opened, concentrating on her
homework, but with the exception of having one hand in her panties, and her
hips were moving as she stroked herself.  Amanda looked up and saw me
watching her, she just smiled, then went back to her schoolwork, her hand
not stopping what it was doing.  I smiled back at her, and walked away.

   Amanda didn't practice on me very often, as she didn't seem to think it
was important, the only times she did do was to feel a measure of comfort,
or distract me from asking her questions about her past life before she
went into the shelter.  She didn't want to talk about it, being evasive,
and oral sex was her way of retreating into the shell she'd built around
herself.  I made it clear to her that she didn't have to do anything if she
didn't want to, but she'd go ahead anyway, and it was always good, her
concentration total.  Amanda never gave me the impression she was doing so
under duress, and she'd always kiss me afterward and give me a big hug, and
then go and do something else.  She had me stumped, I have to admit it.

   ***

   Time flew by, and suddenly there were two knock-out fifteen year olds in
the house, making plans to go out on a double date.  They had matured well,
and their figures had fulfilled the promise that their preteen bodies had
showed.  Both were tall, slim, and curvy, Terri's breats rounded and firm
Her nipples had darkened, becoming strawberry pink, Amanda's breasts were
still small, with pale pink circles topping her sweet young boobs.  Their
pubic hair now covered their mons, and the girls kept it trimmed and neat.
Terri's was dark, almost black, but Amanda's was still a pale blonde
colour, soft and wavy.  Both had their hair down to the middle of their
backs, and were wearing jeans and tube tops, giggling at what they were
sure was going to be the reactions of the teenage boys in the mall, once
they got an eyeful of their wonderful charms, pinching their nipples to
make them stand out.

   There was a toot of a car horn, and their dates had arrived, then
giggling with excitement, they dashed out the door, yelling "Bye!  See you
later!", and then they were gone.  I had been on a few dates myself over
the last couple of years, reacquainting myself with the adult female body,
and came home in the early hours, sated, happy, and tired.  The last date
I'd had was a woman who'd started chatting with me in a check-out aisle,
waiting for our turn to pay for our groceries.  We introduced ourselves,
and she'd told me her name was Gwen, she was thirty, she had one girl, who
lived with her, and two boys, who lived with their father and his new wife,
all of them under the age of thirteen.  The girl, Stephanie, being the
eldest at twelve and a half was going through a Goth phase, and so I got to
give her some pointers on how to talk to her, there being not much
interaction between her and her daughter.  Gwen laughed, and when I told
her that I had two girls myself, that seemed to give me a measure of
credibility, and she was wistful at how I described our relationship, open
and honest, and how we'd talk everything out.

   Gwen jokingly told me I should talk to Stephanie, and try to bring the
recalcitrant girl around, so I invited her and her daughter to dinner,
making a date for that Friday night.  The girls were abuzz with excitement,
wanting to know every detail of my conversation, wanting me to describe
Gwen in every aspect, so I had to stop talking, and try to remember what
she looked like, only meeting her eyes, and being swept off my feet by her
smile.

   "Why weren't you looking at her boobs?" Terri demanded, and Amanda
wanted to know why I hadn't looked her over, checking her out?  Females
have a healthy interest in the bodies of their competition, I discovered,
as that gave them the right to dismiss another woman out of hand if she
doesn't meet her expectations.  I tried to answer their questions as best I
could, until they both retired, disgusted that I wasn't lecherous enough
for them.  Both of them went to Terri's room, and were discussing what I'd
told them, and hatching some sort of plot, I was sure.

   Friday night arrived, and when Gwen knocked on the door, Terri and
Amanda were there first opening the door together, their side-by -side
bodies forming a wall against her, both having fake smiles on their faces,
prepared to eject the woman if she didn't impress them.  Please don't get
me wrong, They are polite and friendly young women, but as a strange female
and her daughter were going to enter their domain, they obviously felt some
sort of proprietal claim on me, and were just building their defences,
should the whole thing fail catastrophically.  When Gwen, being a little
confused at them standing there, not saying anything, introduced herself,
Terri and Amanda stood aside to let her in, prepared to give her the
benefit of the doubt, earning a frown from me, causing Terri to poke her
tongue out, but facing away from my guest, so she couldn't see our silent
communication.

   ***

   Then a small girl slouched into the living room, and the look she had on
her face that told me in spades that she was prepared to hate me and my two
girls without a moments hesitation.  She was dressed head to toe in black
studded leather and denim, and her hair was long and black, which hung over
her face, and she had on black and red eye shadow, with her lips in black
lipstick.  Stephanie looked like a tiny witch, and her eyes were hard, but
slightly wary, and when I invited her to take a seat, she gave me a quick
once over, then turned her head away, looking out the ranchslider door,
disconnecting herself from the company around her.  Amanda said something
in Terri's ear, and so Terri walked up to the young rebellious girl, and
gave her a slow look, from her black boots, to the top of her head, then
quite seriously told her, "I love your outfit.  Which store did you buy it
in?"

   The youngster looked defensive, and as she opened her mouth to speak,
Terri grabbed her hand, and with a yell from the startled girl, she was
towed to Terri's room, Amanda following to cut off any retreat, the preteen
rebel fighting to get away.  "Mom!" she yelped, "Help me!" But Gwen just
ignored her, and sat down on my couch, acting as if nothing had happened.
There was an argument for a minute or two, and when Stephanie discovered
she was outnumbered, which I identified with, she clammed up, and said
nothing more.  Hearing the sounds of the two older girl's voices talking to
the sulky child, Gwen turned to me, and I remembered my manners, and
offered her a drink.  She settled on just coffee, and with that in her
hands, she began to relax, and asked if I minded if she put her feet up on
the couch, as it was more relaxing?  I joined her in taking my shoes off,
and we both sat there, quiet for a moment, one ear on the bedroom where the
girls had gone, and enjoying each other's company.

   I spoke then, and told Gwen that Stephanie looked good in her outfit,
that it had a certain charm, and as she was an obviously pretty girl now,
she would grow to be a stunning woman like her mother.  Gwen's face was
stunned, not expecting that kind of praise or comment.  She went silent for
a moment then told me that ever since Stehanie's father had walked out,
marrying the woman he'd had an affair with, Stephanie was rebellious and
foul-mouthed, taking her hurt and rejection out on her mother, as her
father would only see her irregularly, and not pay much attention to her
when he did, preferring instead to lavish his attention on his sons.

   Just then we heard Terri say, "Oh, come on!  Please?".  Gwen and I
looked at each other.  Gwen shrugged, so we continued our conversation,
broken only by my getting up to check the dinner.  Gwen ended up following
me to the kitchen, and as I worked away, she leaned her nicely shaped butt
on the counter, and watched me.  I was getting the plates out, and dressing
the table, when Gwen started to help me, then the table was ready, and we
went back into the kitchen, where I was stirring the sauce for spaghetti
bolognese.  Gwen was astounded that the sauce smelled delicious, and
insisted on having a taste.  I held the wooden spoon up to her mouth, a
napkin under it to catch the drips, and as she took a sip of the sauce, her
eyes went wide, and asked if it came out of a can?  With pride, and a
healthy dose of smugness, I told her that I'd made it myself!  "You're not
going to remain single for very long, once word of this gets around," she
said seriously to me.  I told Gwen the sauce was ready, and called out for
the girls to come to dinner.

   It was three very different girls who came into the living room, and
Stephanie was leading them, a victorious look on her face, her chin held
up, and giving us a satisfied smirk.  Terri and Amanda had mixed and
matched their clothes, and were wearing a hastily put together fashion show
of chic Gothwear.  They had done their faces, and their make-up was
comlimentary for their outfits.  The girls sat down, pretending nothing was
out of the ordinary.  Gwen was shocked, unable to say anything, just
turning her head to me, and flicking her eyes at the three grinning girls.
I smiled, and said, "Welcome ladies, to Chez Raymond's, dinner is now
served!" Then, before I turned away, I complimented Stephanie on the great
work she'd done, and assured her that my girls looked absolutely stunning,
and that she should study fashion, if she wasn't already, as she had a
flair for the dramatic!.

   Stephanie looked dumbfounded, not expecting me to say that, and was
stupified, her mouth dropping open, and I could see that the young girl was
trying to come to terms with my praise, and for a moment, I thought she was
going to cry.  But she grinned instead, and shot her mother a look of
accomplishment, and happiness.  Gwen didn't say anything, but she looked at
me with a gleam in her eye, and sat down.  Then the moment was gone, and I
was bustling around, serving dinner.

   ***

   Chapter Four

   After dinner, Gwen and I sat on the couch, talking, sharing our life
experiences, while the three girls went to Terri's room, it being the more
'girly', and we could hear them chatting animatedly, but not hearing the
words clearly.  Gwen and I continued getting to know each other, and before
we knew it, it was eleven o'clock.  So Gwen got up, and thanking me for a
great dinner, and an even better night.  She told me how relaxed she'd
been, and confessed that if she didn't have to go home she might be tempted
to stay and continue to talk to me, but that would be too forward, as she'd
only just met me, and hoped that we could get together again soon?

   I assured the lady that we could, and gave her my contact number, then
she went down to Terri's room, and told Stephanie they'd have to go home
now, and to get ready.  Stephanie protested, saying it was still early yet,
and as there was no school tomorrow, couldn't they stay, as she was having
so much fun with her new friends?  "You can sleep in the spare room!",
Terri piped up, and Amanda concurred, as they enjoyed talking with the
young girl, she said, they would love for them to stay, if it was alright
with her, and me?

   I looked at Gwen and told her she was outnumbered, and if she wanted to
stay, that would be fine, and I'd cook them breakfast in the morning,
before they left.  Gwen looked undecided, then Stephanie looked at her Mom,
and in a pleading voice, said, "Please, Mom?  I like these people!  They're
really cool, and I don't like most people you hang out with!  Can we stay,
please?" Gwen caved, either at her young daughter's plea, or my promise of
a cooked breakfast, so she agreed, and together we made the double bed in
the spare room, then I showed them where the bathroom was, and I got out
some towels for them, in case they wanted to shower before bed.

   So we let the girls stay up for longer, while Gwen and I prepared for
bed.  She had no night clothes, so I lent her a large tee shirt, and Terri,
whohad wider hips than Amanda, gave her a pair of her own panties to wear,
making Gwen blush, but Terri just smiled, and told her she could have them,
no problem.  It helped of course, that they were still unworn, still with
the store tag on it, and so my guest was happy, and went to have her
shower, telling her now rapt preteen not to stay up too late, and
disappeared into the bathroom.  We had two bathrooms, so I showered in the
other one, and with a towel wrapped around my hips, I went into the kitchen
to make myself a hot chocolate.  Gwen came out, and joining me, she made
one for herself, leaning against the sink, her eyes roaming over my body.

   ***

   "Do you usually walk around the house in a towel after showering?", she
asked me, giving a blush at her forwardness.  I told her yes, usually, as
the girls would do the same, and as we were comfortable with each other's
bodies, it was no big deal.  I apologised for forgetting, and told her that
I'd put on a pair of pants, if that would make her comfortable?  Gwen
looked down at her drink, and told me no, my house, my rules.  Then looking
up, she told me that she and Franklin, her ex-husband, used to walk around
their house nude, until he began to cheat on her, then she'd lost the
motivation.

   Stephanie would emulate them she told me, walking around the house nude
like Mom and Dad, and was quite the little nudist, until she hit puberty,
and suddenly, she was embarrassed to show her developing young body.  Her
reluctance was getting worse, Gwen confided in me, Stephanie covering up
from head to toe, even with her night-wear.  She didn't understand why, she
thought might be a reaction to her father leaving, as they seemed so close
before that.

   Gwen went silent, so that gave me a moment to study her closely.  She
had brunette hair, down around her shoulders, and her body was all curves
and grace.  Her breasts were full and round, sitting on her chest, her
nipples were dark and prominent, poking through the material of the tee
shirt I'd lent her.  Her waist was curved into flaring hips, and her legs
were long and firm, but not muscular.  She stood hipshot, in the classic
female way, and as if she could feel my eyes on her, she shifted position,
standing straighter, pulling her shoulders back, and making the material of
the tee stretch across her breasts, her nipples now hard.  I could see a
small triangle of her panties as she reclined against the sink bench, the
red material pulled tight against her crevice, making me give a small gulp.

   Gwen had began to breathe shallowly, and I was sure I caught a whiff of
arousal.  Gwen was a very desirable woman, and I was sure that she wanted
me to notice her body, as a way of proving to herself that she was indeed
still able to make a man look at her with desire.  I did, you can bet on
that!  I started to get a reaction from looking at Gwen's body, so
finishing my drink, and washing out my cup, I dried it and put it away,
telling the flushed woman I was going to bed now, and I went to my room,
closing the door.  Getting into bed in the dark, I kept replaying in my
mind's eye the way Gwen had stood there in the kitchen, like an unsure
teenager almost, seeing again the way her breasts rose and fell as she
breathed.  I fell asleep that way, my half-erect penis warm on my thigh.

   ***

   I was woken sometime in the night by someone sliding under the covers,
and the smell of her hair told me it wasn't either of my two girls, not
that I would have expected them to, not with guests in the house.  She lay
there, not moving or saying anything, so I put my arm around her waist,
holding her, then raising up onto an elbow, I kissed her where her shoulder
met her neck.  I didn't say a word, waiting for her to speak.  "I don't
want you to think I climb into any man's bed just after I've met him," Gwen
said softly.  "But you seem like a nice guy, and it's been so long since
I've had a man's arms around me, holding me."

   Gwen lay there, and she was nude from the waist up, wearing only her red
panties.  The tee shirt was on the floor, I saw, and her back was warm
against my chest.  She took my hand, and placed it onto her full breast,
her nipple hard against my palm, and she said softly, "Hold me please?" I
did, so we lay there for a while, not speaking, just enjoying the feeling
of closeness.  Then Gwen rolled onto her back, making sure my hand was
still on her delicious breast, then she reached up, and guided my head down
to her open and waiting mouth, and we were kissing gently, exploring each
other, our tongues lightly dancing in each other's mouth, twining like soft
snakes as we tasted each other.

   Then Gwen began to moan into my mouth, softly, and her moans were filled
with need, demanding release.  Then she sat up, and slid her panties down
her thighs, and off, to throw them onto the floor where her tee shirt lay.
She began to move against me, her hands clutching me, pulling me onto her,
and as I moved between her legs, she whimpered, her legs opening wide,
granting me access to her hiddens charms.  I wanted to let this moment
last, so leaving her hungry lips, I began to move down her body, spending
some time on her breasts and nipples, licking, nipping and sucking them. 
While I was sucking one nipple, my fingers were squeezing and massaging the
opposite breast, rolling her nipple.  Gwen was gasping, and her hips moved
faster, her hands trying to grasp my manhood, but unable to reach it.

   When I had finished with her breasts, I kissed my way down her torso,
licking and sucking at her belly button, which caused her to growl softly
in frustration.  I arrived at her mons, and ran my tongue through her
sparse thatch of pubic hair, and then dipping my head, I ran my tongue up
her crease, which by now had moisture in it, and her taste was clean and
heady.  I placed my tongue tip by her anus, and swiped it upward, my whole
tongue covering as much of her as I could.  Gwen raised her hips, and made
a "Nnnnggg!" sound, and clenched her jaws shut, to stop crying out, then
she dropped onto the bed, and I did it again, then again, my tongue going
deep into her wet and soaking lips.  I continued like that for a few
minutes, paying attention to her clitoral hood and tiny nubbin.  Gwen was
writhing, her breasts sliding on her chest, holding my head, pulling my
hair, and whimpering.  Then she went rigid, and shuddered, a climax
wracking her body.  When she relaxed, she pulled me back up along her body,
and wrapping her arms and legs arounds me, she kissed me deeply and
strongly.

   ***

   As we lay together, Gwen smiled up at me, and hummed, moving her hips
again, trying to find an angle so that my erect phallus could penetrate
her. She began to moan in frustration, and I chuckled at her antics. 
"You're just enjoying this, aren't you?" she said quietly.  "It has a
certain charm", I told her.  "Well", she said in return, "stop being
charming, and screw me!".  "Your wish is my command, dear lady," I said,
and with one hand, I held myself, and placed the crown against her opening.
Gwen gasped, and rasising her legs higher, giving me a better angle, I slid
into her slowly.  The feel of her tunnel was snug, and she was wet enough
to take me, so stopping at half-way, I began to thrust slowly into her, a
gentle sawing motion, a little bit at a time, until I was buried in her,
and then she too, was moving under me, pushing back at me, crying softly in
little gasps and moans.

   Our passion built up until we were rocking against each other, our
bodies slapping against the other, and she'd grip me with her internal
muscles on the in thrust, and relax them on the out.  It was wonderful,
both for her, and for me.  I hadn't had a date for months, and I was lost
in the silky gripping smoothness of her tunnel, her moans of sexual joy
music to my ears.  Then as I began to reach my peak, I warned her that I
was cumming, she said it was alright, she was on the Pill, and then I sped
up, ramming into her, and then as I spurted into her, Gwen gave a
shuddering cry, she clenched her vagina around my rod, and together we rode
our climaxes.

   We lay there in post-coital bliss, regaining our breath, then Gwen
pulled my head down, and kissed me.  "Thank you," she whispered.  "It's
been a long time since a man has loved me like that.  I've missed it so
much!".  Then she laughed, and told me to get a towel, as I was slipping
out of her, and she didn't want to get a wet spot in the bed.  I got off
her, and was quickly back, and handed her the towel, which she put between
her legs, and lay back, sated and happy.  We talked for a while, small
talk, mainly, but I loved to hear the sound of her voice, and then she went
quiet, and I saw the rise and fall of her breasts, knowing she was a sleep,
so I pulled the towel from her loins, and tossed it onto the floor, and
cuddling up to this amazing woman, fell asleep, peaceful and tired.

   ***

   When I woke the next morning, my hand was on Gwen's breast again,
cupping it, and my face was in her hair.  The covers were down around by
our waists, and I felt drowsy, not wanting to move.  Then I looked around,
and saw all three of the girls sitting on my bed, grinning at us.  I said
softly, "Gwen?".  She humphed into the pillow, so I called her name a
second time, and she woke, blinking in the morning light.  "Hmmm?", she
said.  Then she caught sight of the grinning minxes, and yelped, pulling
the covers up to her neck.  Gwen was speechless, and just stared in horror
at the girls, Stephanie especially, who didn't seem to mind her mother
being there in my bed at all!  "About time, Mom!," was all she said.

   Amanda got up, and was back in short order with two hot coffee's, mine
white, no sugar, Gwen's cream and two.  As we sat there, sipping at our
coffee's, Stephanie told her Mom she knew she was in here with me when she
got out of bed last night.  "How did you know?", her mother asked her. 
"You were asleep!  I made sure of it!"

   "Hah!  Mom, I let you think that!  You're so easy to fool!" Then she
cocked a look at me, and with a evil grin, she asked her shocked mother,
"So, how was he?  Is he big?  Did you come?" Gwen, who was about to take
sip of her drink, spluttered, and nearly dropped her coffee.  Before she
could answer, Terri told us to shower, as breakfast was nearly done, and if
we showered together, it would make it quicker.  Then she looked at us, and
said, "Hmm, maybe not, but hurry anyway!" With that, the three of them got
up, and left the room.

   As soon as they were around the corner out of sight, they cracked up
laughing, cackling like witches, and Gwen and I grinned as we looked at
each other, feeling like kids who'd just got caught by the parents.  So I
got out of bed, took her hand, and as she went to pick up her tee and
panties, I told her to leave them, and to follow me.  We had fun under the
shower, fondling and groping, laughing and having a good time, until Terri
called out, saying breakfast was on the table, and to hurry up.  So we got
out, dried off, and got dressed.

   ***

   Not long after breakfast, Gwen said she really had to get home, and
Stephanie had a bag of clothes from Terri and Amanda, clothes they'd grown
out of, and were still good enough to wear.  Stephanie surprised her mom by
not wearing her Goth clothes, telling Gwen that she finished with that
look, and it was time to grow up, to be a responsible young woman, not a
childish rebel anymore.  Whatever my two girls had said to her last night,
they'd made a hell of an impact on the impressionable preteen!  Gwen
couldn't believe the change in her, so she thanked Terri and Amanda, not
being able to express how much she appreciated them helping the young girl.
They waved it off, and then we were waving goodbye to a pair of happy
ladies, who were talking to each other again.

   It was at dinner that night before the girls started to ask me about my
night with Gwen, They thought that by making me stew all day without saying
anything, that it would put me off my guard so that I would be pliable to
their interrogation later on.  Uh huh.  That really worked.  When Terri
asked me an off-hand question, "how long was it before Gwen came into your
room?," I gave her a blank look and asked her, "Gwen who?" She was lifting
her fork up to her mouth, and stopped, then gave me a look that said, "Oh,
yeah, really funny!".  She twisted her mouth up, and told me to "get with
the program, Dad!" I managed to spread it out for a while, until both girls
were almost ready to lynch me, so I gave them the shortened version of
events, which they knew they had to accept, as I wasn't telling them much
else.  They were in a grump all evening, but by morning, they were in a
much better humour.

   The girls wanted me to call her, and invite her around again.  I told
them I didn't have her number, so Amanda handed me a slip of paper, and the
look on her face said, "Oy, look what I've got to put up with!," and it had
Gwen's home phone and cellphone numbers on it, with the words, "Call me!,"
written on it.  Smart-asses.  They gave me a superior look, and went to
bed. d ***

   So, where was I?  Oh yes, the double dates.The girls were out for most
of the day, and returned before dark.  I asked why their dates were cut
short, meaning dates equalled movies, mall, hanging out, come home after
dark, etc, and Terri told me that the boys they'd gone out with were really
immature, and were dorks!  All they wanted to do was kiss and grope, which
pissed the girls off, which meant the date was off as well.  The two boys
had their names crossed off a list, so future dates with them were not even
a question to be taken seriously.  They showered, and got into their home
clothes, which meant not much.  Now that they were filled out, and had
women's bodies, I enjoyed watching them move around the house.  Then Terri,
who can't let anything go, once she had an interest in it, asked me if I'd
called Gwen yet?.

   I told her no, not yet, as I didn't want rush things.  Terri yelled,
"Rush things?  Dad, it's been almost a month!  A snail moves faster than
you do!  Jeez-us!" I got huffy, and wanted to know what her problem was? 
My daughter put her arm around my shoulder, and with her other hand on my
arm, steered me into my den, my office, really, and picked up the phone,
punched in the numbers, made sure it rang, and then gave me the phone.  She
looked peeved, and growled as she was going out the door, "Stupid men!"

   The phone rang and rang, as I was about to hang up, Gwen's breathless
voice was on the other end.  "Yes," she said, "Gwen speaking." I told her
it was Ray, um, Raymond, and I was just calling to say, um, hi?

   "Ray!," she said, sounding happy to hear from me.  "I was wondering not
long ago if you'd call!  How are you?"

   I stammered and choked, but got through the idea that I was fine, thank
you for asking, and then, feeling like a pimply teenage boy, I managed to
have a conversation with her.  The longer we talked, the more confidant I
became, until we had to end the call, as she had dinner on, and that gave
me the brilliant idea to ask her out on a date.  Gwen asked if I still
cooked dinner, or was that a one-off event, for her benefit?

   I told her I cooked most nights, as Terri was just getting over the
'burning the water' stage, which earned me a strangled yell, and then I
said Amanda could cook, but could only make pancakes, which earned me a
muttered threat.  I knew they were listening!  So Gwen asked if she could
visit Chez Raymond's again, and when could she and Stephanie book in?  I
told her Friday night was clear, and I would pen them in, and for them to
come over when they were ready.  Gwen told me she'd wait for Steph to come
home from school, and they'd be right over.  I told her that was fine, and
then we rang off.  I stood there for a moment, smiling like a fool, then I
put the phone down, and walked out to the living room, feeling great!  The
two eaves-droppers were sitting at the table, pretending to be engrossed in
watching thin air, then as soon as I sat down with them, it was all on.

   ***

   "Burning water?," Terri growled.  "Can only make pancakes?," Amanda
said, looking mean.  "Oh, dear!," I said, "were you two listening?  How
thoughtless of me to think I was having a private conversation!  Do forgive
me girls, I'm sorry to have hurt your feelings!" Then I sat back, but they
were completely shameless, and immediately wanted to know what was
happening Friday night?  "We're having guests over," I told them, "so I
will be doing the cooking, and I want you two to keep Steph company.  Do
whatever it was you did last time, because she came out making you two look
good!" I sighed, looking perplexed.  "Must have been mass hypnosis, or
something!", I said, shaking my head, which earned me two sets of hands
slapping me about my head!  I laughed, and got up, then put dinner on.  The
two young ladies sat at the table, and Friday might was all they could talk
about, until I had to put their dinner under their noses, and made them
shut up eat.

   ***

   Friday finally came, and at four-thirty, Gwen's car pulled into the
drive, and her and Steph got out, and this time, Gwen had a large
carry-all, which was like a hand-bag, but bigger.  She knocked on the door,
and Amanda opened it, and then Steph was flying through it, and hugged the
big girls, and was chattering up a storm.  Gwen was still standing by the
door, so I called out to her to come in, and make herself comfortable.  She
stepped in, and closed the door.  Gwen stood there, dressed in a
wrap-around skirt, with flip-flops on, which she took off, leaving them by
the door.

   Then she walked over to the couch, and dropped her bag at the end of the
couch, on the floor, and came into the kitchen where I was making dinner.
It was a dish I'd made before, one thet has to be prepared hours earlier,
and left to simmer, to really mix in the flavour, and to reduce the sauce.I
had made a coffee, and so that Gwen was now here, I made one for her, and
she smiled as she inhaled the aroma.  I was experimenting with making my
own latte's, and I was getting good at it.  Gwen complimented me on a good
rich cup of coffee, and I beamed.

   Then Gwen was calling out to the two older girls, asking them if it was
true what I'd told her about them sometimes walking around the house nude?
That had the girls defensive, and they weren't sure what to say, looking at
me, and deciding whether to tell the truth or not.  Then Gwen told them
that she and Steph used to do so at their place, and since they'd now made
up, and got on so well, they were doing so again.  That seemed to decide
the issue for Terri, who told Gwen that yes, they do, finding it more
relaxing to be nude, and wearing panties if they were having periods, of
just felt like it.  Gwen then asked them if it was alright if she and Steph
got naked, as they wanted to feel comfortable in our home?

   The girls were stunned, but said, sure go ahead, no problem, then Gwen
undid her wrap-around skirt, and she was gloriously nude underneath.  Steph
was wearing a similar skirt herself, but she was wearing panties, but nude
otherwise.  The two girls shared a look, and then their clothes were flying
off, and I had four nude or nearly nude females in my house, but, because I
was cooking, I had a repreive from going the same way.  It was only when
dinner was dished up, that I was reminded 'to get with the program', as
Terri was fond of saying, and get naked as well.

   ***

   Gwen and Steph folded their clothes, and put them in the carry-all.  So
that was what it was for, I thought.  We had a ball, chatting and laughing,
catching up on the last month.  I told Gwen how things were going at work,
and she told us some anecdotes of her life, with Steph making corrections
if she felt Mom was 'exaggerating'.  We had a wonderful four-way
conversation going, both of my girls chiming in and telling our visitors
how school was going.  It was easy being with Gwen.  If I stopped to think
about it, it was as if something missing had been replaced, and I felt
complete for the first time in my life.  I had a great job, a great house,
two wonderful daughters, and now, possibly another woman in my life, who
had a wonderful daughter, who didn't judge our lifestyle, and wanted to be
a part of it.

   With Stephanie almost bare, I got a good look at her body.  She was
still a little thin and gangly, but the two bumps on her chest promised to
grow into wonderfully rich full breasts.  Her nipples were a pink
strawberry colour, and her pubic mound was prominent, with wispy black
hairs on it.  Her panties weren't sheer, but I could see black pubic hairs
poking out the sides of the gusset.  The black hair on her head was her
natural colour, and she was a lovely pretty girl, with the promise of being
beautiful when she was fully grown.  Stephanie noticed me noticing her, and
her nipples went puffy, and her points stood out, and she became a little
breathless.  I found myself getting a little hard, and thanked my good
fortune that the table hid my interest in her.

   After dinner, the girls took over dishes duty, and so Gwen and I went
into the living room and sat on the couch, and talked.  We were deep in
conversation when the three girls came in, and handed us a hot chocolate
drink each, and then took the adolescent girl with them down to Terri's
room, leaving us 'adults' to talk.  We could hear them talking in low
voices, and it sounded lively down there.  Then turning to me, Gwen told me
that the last time she was here, Idid something for her, and she'd love to
return the favour, if I was interested?

   ***

   I tried to think what it was that I'd done for her, except make her
welcome, but I drew a blank, and told her so.  "Let me give you a clue,"
she said, with a smile.  Then she slipped off the couch, and went to her
knees, and parted my legs.  Then lowering her head, she took my flaccid
member into her mouth, and started to lick and suck me gently, and slowly.
I grew in her mouth as she licked my shaft, and Gwen murmurmed
appreciatively at my response to her ministrations.  Then wetting me with
her saliva, she began to move her head up and down, still slowly, and it
was incredibly erotic watching her move on me.

   Then I heard a noise, and Terri was at the door, her eyes wide, then
with a grin, she ran back to her room and all three girls were standing
there watching us.  Then Stephanie walked over, her finger on her lips, and
knelt behind her mother, and wetting her fingers by putting saliva on them,
put them between Gwen's legs, and began to stroke her pussy from behind,
causing the woman to groan deliciously, and move her hips.  Stephanie said
quietly, "I used to watch Mom and Dad do that," nodding at Gwen fellating
me, "when he was home, before he left, and I'd watch Mom use her fingers
like I'm doing now, so one day I helped her, and now we do it to each
other, at home.  I love making Mom feel good.  Now that she's found someone
to be with, we can play together, just like we used to!"

   Stephanie was putting her fingers inside her mother, moving them in and
out, and stroking her clit.  Gwen would shudder as Steph ran a finger on
it, then moan as it was taken away.  Terri moved down beside the kneeling
woman, and slipped her hand next to Gwen's, and took over stroking me.  I
beckoned Amanda over, and got her to stand on the couch, raise her leg, and
then, for the first time, I was licking her lovely wet pussy, running my
tongue up and down and around her still virgin crevice.  I teased her
clitoris out of hiding, and was rewarded by hearing her cry out, and then
she was moving her hips.  I slathered my tongue all over her pouting lips
and clitoris, and buried my nose into her pubic hair, covering her with as
much of my mouth as possible.  Amanda had one hand on the wall supporting
herself, and one hand kept my head firmly stuck between her thighs.

   It didn't take long before both Gwen and Amanda were crying out in
orgasm, Amanda's eyes were glassy, her breath rasping in her throat.  She
threw back her head, and gave a cry, shuddering over me.  Then she slumped
down, onto her knees, and gasped for breath.  Gwen was mewling with a
climax, but not letting me out of her mouth.  She still sucked on me,
trying not to clamp her teeth together, and when she raised up to take a
breath, Terri took over, surprising Gwen, Amanda telling her that she
wasn't the only one with familial secrets!  Gwen knelt there, fascinated
with the way Terri was working on me, and then she said, "That girl has
some interesting techniques!  I think I can learn from her!" We all
laughed, even Terri giving a quick giggle, and then going back to what she
did best!

   Then Gwen gently prised Terri off me, and said she couldn't wait any
longer, and climbed onto my lap, and positiong my hardness between her very
wet lips, sat down on me, and grasping her buttocks, I started to move in
her, Gwen sliding up and down on my now slick pole.  She was still snug,
and I relished the feelings of her internal muscles as they gripped me. 
The two older girls lay Stephanie down on the floor, and with Amanda
massaging her little immature breasts, Terri got between her thighs, and
giving the young girl's vaginal crevice a tentative lick she smiled, and
said "Umm, yummy!" then went back for more, and started to lick her,
causing the young girl to buck underneath her.  I felt my seed boiling in
my balls, and with a yell, I exploded into the hot wet channel of Gwen's
snug pussy, which set her off, Gwen crying out, and throwing her arms
around my neck and slamming herself onto me.

   ***

   Sated for now, Gwen and I watched the two young women pleasure
Stephanie, seeing her buck and writhe, as first one then the other older
girl took turns to bring her to orgasm.  Then, when the young preteen was
crying out, "No more, please!" and rolling away, gasping and shaking in
post-orgasmic shock, Terri and Amanda went into a sixty-nine, and then they
too were writhing and crying out in climax after climax, licking each other
furiously, as if to make up for lost time.  It was so erotic to watch, and
I was surprised to find myself growing hard again, making Gwen raise her
eyebrows, and with a grin she started to move on me again, so I picked her
up, and laying her down on the carpet, I slid in and out her, and then both
of us were slamming against each other, until we both cried out in our
second orgasm.  As we lay there, getting our breath back, each one of us
were groaning in happiness.  Gwen and Stephanie were hugging, and my two
girls came to me, and lay beside me, and I thought to myself, life couldn't
get any better than this.

   Then Amanda looked at me, and whispered into my ear, "She's the One,"
looking at Gwen.  "The One for you, Dad." I was in shock.  Amanda had
called me Dad!  And, it's as if my eyes were opened, and I realised the
truth of her words.  I did feel something for Gwen, knowing she felt the
same for me, and that feeling blossomed in my chest, and I was astounded. I
hadn't thought I'd ever feel that particular emotion again, and that
thought rocked my world, and I knew I'd never be the same again.

   ***

   Later that night in bed, Gwen and I had a long heart-to-heart talk, and
we decided to make a permanent relationship between us, and then Gwen told
me she'd had a talk with Stephanie, who agreed whole-heartedly with that
arrangement if it happened.  So a short while after that, with the
agreement of my two daughters, she and Steph moved in, and we became a
family, and things became richer for us all, richer in love, richer in
every way possible.  I'm finally happy, and my previous life is just a dim
dark memory now.  I look forward to coming home from work, to my new wife,
and my loving daughters, all three of them.  I wish you the happiness I
have.  Sincerely.

   ***

   Thank you for reading this story.  It is all pure fantasy, and alabour
of love for me to entertain you.  I hope you found this story to your
liking, and please, send me feedback, and let me know what you thought. 
Bye for now!

   Timberwolf.

   The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an
erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life.